helps?’
Salmonella seem to snap, ‘Get lost, you insensitive bastard! You’re all the same!’ she glared at Prince, like an angry serpent ready to strike.
Prince shrugged, turned to walk away, ‘Well, I just tried to help, sweetheart! All right, folks! Time to make a move. If you find Grace alive, then we party up together, my music!’
They waited for Prince to leave. He’d done enough damage for the night.
Then, he seemed to think of something, and retraced his steps. Prince pointed at Derek’s shirt and said, ‘Look! There’s a picture of an elephant on your cheap shirt. If you notice, it doesn’t have a tail. It’s incomplete. Incomplete things signify awesomeness! You will be able to find Grace – dead or alive, but you will find her,’ he said mockingly. A furious Derek moved menacingly towards him, and Prince retreated giggling.
Hound slammed his fist against the wall. Prince’s maniacal laughter could be heard for some time from afar.
‘Ignore him. He’s just an asshole! Anyway, my father is with Inspector Khan who has promised all help to find Grace. He’ll come to meet Hound tomorrow morning. Let’s hope he’s got some good news for us,’ said Salmonella, trying to force a smile and make Hound feel better.
‘Since we’re talking about harmless assholes now, Salmonella, where’s that demented brother of yours?’ enquired Chief. Chris had appeared briefly at the party after the spat at Joe’s villa a short while ago, and then seemed to have disappeared altogether.
Salmonella made a wry face and shrugged.
The Predator
It was past 7 p.m., when the sturdy, black SUV drove into the woods. A cloud of darkness loomed over the forest and it suddenly turned deathly quiet. In the densely, wooded patch, a solitary vulture stared ominously at the slow moving vehicle.
As the driver eased the pedal and slammed the brakes, the crackling sound of breaking twigs wrestled grimly with the sounds of nature. The last rays of the setting sun made the tall and stringy eucalyptus trees look strangely ugly and twisted as though they were ashamed of hiding a predator in their midst. The cuckoos and owls bade the spectral glow of the twilight a hasty goodbye.
The evening sky was painted in fingers of red, yellow and a splattering of ghostly white. A slight wind rustled the leaves on the ground.
The driver pushed open the front door and stepped out of the vehicle to inspect the surroundings. The carpet of dry leaves crackled under heavy boots. The place seemed deserted and an eerie silence prevailed except for the occasional hoot of an owl and the opera of insect life.
A sudden rustling of leaves nearby and the driver tensed and whipped out a revolver in a flash and took aim in the direction of the sound. The sound drew closer and the driver held his breath. The mournful wind rearranged the skies and a crescent moon appeared among the clouds in the gloaming.
A dark silhouette sprang out of nowhere and darted past the SUV. With an evil-sounding laugh, the animal disappeared into the depths of the undergrowth that surrounded them.
‘Bloody hyenas!’ hissed the driver and wiped his brow. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead in the cool, evening air.
The man on the passenger side, Grace’s surprise visitor, alighted. ‘Stop messing around! Let’s get going before someone spots us. Quick! Hurry up!’
The thickset driver put away his gun, rolled up his sleeves and yanked open the rear door. He grunted as he slid his arms under the semi-conscious, limp body bundled in a soft, white robe. She wore no slippers.
‘Hurry up, take her through the trapdoor. And wait for me, I’ll see you in a bit’, said the tall man. He checked the perimeter with a quick glance, walked around the SUV and climbed into the driver’s seat. The SUV roared into life, made a wrenching U-turn, and headed for the road.
At the point where the dirt track met the highway, he slowed, slid open the window, and threw out a
Salmonella seem to snap, ‘Get lost, you insensitive bastard! You’re all the same!’ she glared at Prince, like an angry serpent ready to strike.
Prince shrugged, turned to walk away, ‘Well, I just tried to help, sweetheart! All right, folks! Time to make a move. If you find Grace alive, then we party up together, my music!’
They waited for Prince to leave. He’d done enough damage for the night.
Then, he seemed to think of something, and retraced his steps. Prince pointed at Derek’s shirt and said, ‘Look! There’s a picture of an elephant on your cheap shirt. If you notice, it doesn’t have a tail. It’s incomplete. Incomplete things signify awesomeness! You will be able to find Grace – dead or alive, but you will find her,’ he said mockingly. A furious Derek moved menacingly towards him, and Prince retreated giggling.
Hound slammed his fist against the wall. Prince’s maniacal laughter could be heard for some time from afar.
‘Ignore him. He’s just an asshole! Anyway, my father is with Inspector Khan who has promised all help to find Grace. He’ll come to meet Hound tomorrow morning. Let’s hope he’s got some good news for us,’ said Salmonella, trying to force a smile and make Hound feel better.
‘Since we’re talking about harmless assholes now, Salmonella, where’s that demented brother of yours?’ enquired Chief. Chris had appeared briefly at the party after the spat at Joe’s villa a short while ago, and then seemed to have disappeared altogether.
Salmonella made a wry face and shrugged.
The Predator
It was past 7 p.m., when the sturdy, black SUV drove into the woods. A cloud of darkness loomed over the forest and it suddenly turned deathly quiet. In the densely, wooded patch, a solitary vulture stared ominously at the slow moving vehicle.
As the driver eased the pedal and slammed the brakes, the crackling sound of breaking twigs wrestled grimly with the sounds of nature. The last rays of the setting sun made the tall and stringy eucalyptus trees look strangely ugly and twisted as though they were ashamed of hiding a predator in their midst. The cuckoos and owls bade the spectral glow of the twilight a hasty goodbye.
The evening sky was painted in fingers of red, yellow and a splattering of ghostly white. A slight wind rustled the leaves on the ground.
The driver pushed open the front door and stepped out of the vehicle to inspect the surroundings. The carpet of dry leaves crackled under heavy boots. The place seemed deserted and an eerie silence prevailed except for the occasional hoot of an owl and the opera of insect life.
A sudden rustling of leaves nearby and the driver tensed and whipped out a revolver in a flash and took aim in the direction of the sound. The sound drew closer and the driver held his breath. The mournful wind rearranged the skies and a crescent moon appeared among the clouds in the gloaming.
A dark silhouette sprang out of nowhere and darted past the SUV. With an evil-sounding laugh, the animal disappeared into the depths of the undergrowth that surrounded them.
‘Bloody hyenas!’ hissed the driver and wiped his brow. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead in the cool, evening air.
The man on the passenger side, Grace’s surprise visitor, alighted. ‘Stop messing around! Let’s get going before someone spots us. Quick! Hurry up!’
The thickset driver put away his gun, rolled up his sleeves and yanked open the rear door. He grunted as he slid his arms under the semi-conscious, limp body bundled in a soft, white robe. She wore no slippers.
‘Hurry up, take her through the trapdoor. And wait for me, I’ll see you in a bit’, said the tall man. He checked the perimeter with a quick glance, walked around the SUV and climbed into the driver’s seat. The SUV roared into life, made a wrenching U-turn, and headed for the road.
At the point where the dirt track met the highway, he slowed, slid open the window, and threw out a
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